how wonderfully terrifying it is
that just in my lifetime alone
i've seen thousands of faces
and out of those thousand faces
i still remember yours

but darling, your divine image
is slowly starting to fade
and with each day,
your face blurs.

the creases in your eyes
smooth out.
the lone dimple
that cratered your cheek
is forgotten.

and slowly,
one
by
one

those wonderful green eyes i once adored
become the green eyes that now belong to the cashier at the grocery
and your sandy hair that i once tousled
becomes the sandy hair of a new love

and just like that your once immaculate image
becomes another face in the crowd.